By: Tonya Stevenson All of our kids have had special dogs. They got that love from their father. Our middle daughter, Tavia had one really exceptional dog named Tippy. Tavia as an early tee... Read more

By: Tonya Stevenson We saw a sign along the remote highway, “Hay for sale.” Needing hay we stopped to get the number. Ultimately, we would haul many loads of hay off their ranch that year,... Read more

By: Tonya Stevenson When I was sixteen, my Mom left her third husband and our beloved mountain valley, moving south to chase the GRA (Girls Rodeo Ass.). With seven kids in tow and too proud... Read more

By: Tonya Stevenson Tonight it was already dark before I got out, to bring in my milk cow for my bummed calf to suck. Ellie is a little notorious to hide, especially in the dark. I am trot... Read more

By: Tonya Stevenson Families pass things down, good and bad. One of the genetic defects of our family was riding rough stock. Mom handed that off to all her children, including us four gir... Read more

By: Tonya Stevenson I was a most blessed little girl. At three days old I was introduced to the best friend a little girl could have. My Grandfather came to meet me, (his first granddaughter... Read more

By: Tonya Stevenson (This is my husband’s story.) In the spring of 1979, on a Saturday night my cousin Rick and I, hit town to go dancing with some friends. Through no fault of my own, the... Read more

By: Tonya Stevenson I grew up in smothering hopeless evil darkness. I feel God is leading me to tell you one story of that darkness that by His grace you might learn the escape from darknes... Read more